Last night I had a very strange dream. It involved many issues, many things...
It started with a younger version of me. I must've been about 8 years old (looked like a human 8 year old), and I was in a swing: alone. You could hear its mild 'creaks' as I swung forward and backward. As I looked up, the skies were a dreary blue color, dark, just like they get minutes before the rain starts. I was dressed very prettily, as my mother used to dress me when I was very young. I had a dress and even a bow (YOU WILL NEVER SEE ME WITH A BOW). I heard my mother calling for me and ran to her. As I did something seemed to fall from my pocket, but I ignored it and kept running towards her voice. I met with my father and mother: each offered me a hand and I took them, walking in the middle of both. Suddenly, my dad kissed me in the forehead; we had arrived to what appeared to be a cliff. Where his lips had been, I was suddenly bleeding, instead of shouting, my eyes widened. When I looked up no one was around me. The wind seemed to push me towards the cliff and next thing I knew, I was wrapped in icy water. It felt just like millions of needles piercing my skin.
Then I woke up, I was no longer a child, I was my current age. I felt very warm now, against a GIANT, I mean BIG bed. I was naked, but covered with a cozy blanket. My hair still wet and again, I was alone. I can see the dream so very clearly. The room was entirely white and there was nothing around me: it was me, the bed and the blanket. Excellent combination, but there was no door, there was nothing else, and it felt heavenly, as if I were waiting for someone in that chamber. I heard a noise, like an echo.
Next thing I knew I was all dressed in black, again in an empty house, but this time it was a mansion. It was filled with spirits, silently walking next to me. I wondered briefly if I was in a funeral. I walked through it, going up stairs, into narrow passages, until I reached a hall. It was full of pictures: they were memories.
The last part of the dream, was the strangest of all. I was alone (again), with a grand piano before me. I was playing "moonlight sonata". However, this time I had a crimson dress on, black wings were coming out of my back and gently resting against the floor. It was a very strange picture. I saw myself like that, then I WAS playing the piano. Finally a hand tapped me on the shoulder, I gasped and woke up.
I hate dreams, I don't interpret them, I don't know what they mean, I Don't CARE. I usually don't anyways, but this was A VERY weird dream. When I woke up I was at my apartment, there was no one around me and the night was pretty quiet. I've been thinking about the dream very often. The only person I've actually shared it with was Ivan. He blinked, then said that the dream probably involved all of the stages of my life in someway or another. Although it COULD be, *I* don't think it's that. Whatever it is, I just wanted to share it, to see if someone has a different opinion about it or something.
It started with a younger version of me. I must've been about 8 years old (looked like a human 8 year old), and I was in a swing: alone. You could hear its mild 'creaks' as I swung forward and backward. As I looked up, the skies were a dreary blue color, dark, just like they get minutes before the rain starts. I was dressed very prettily, as my mother used to dress me when I was very young. I had a dress and even a bow (YOU WILL NEVER SEE ME WITH A BOW). I heard my mother calling for me and ran to her. As I did something seemed to fall from my pocket, but I ignored it and kept running towards her voice. I met with my father and mother: each offered me a hand and I took them, walking in the middle of both. Suddenly, my dad kissed me in the forehead; we had arrived to what appeared to be a cliff. Where his lips had been, I was suddenly bleeding, instead of shouting, my eyes widened. When I looked up no one was around me. The wind seemed to push me towards the cliff and next thing I knew, I was wrapped in icy water. It felt just like millions of needles piercing my skin.
Then I woke up, I was no longer a child, I was my current age. I felt very warm now, against a GIANT, I mean BIG bed. I was naked, but covered with a cozy blanket. My hair still wet and again, I was alone. I can see the dream so very clearly. The room was entirely white and there was nothing around me: it was me, the bed and the blanket. Excellent combination, but there was no door, there was nothing else, and it felt heavenly, as if I were waiting for someone in that chamber. I heard a noise, like an echo.
Next thing I knew I was all dressed in black, again in an empty house, but this time it was a mansion. It was filled with spirits, silently walking next to me. I wondered briefly if I was in a funeral. I walked through it, going up stairs, into narrow passages, until I reached a hall. It was full of pictures: they were memories.
The last part of the dream, was the strangest of all. I was alone (again), with a grand piano before me. I was playing "moonlight sonata". However, this time I had a crimson dress on, black wings were coming out of my back and gently resting against the floor. It was a very strange picture. I saw myself like that, then I WAS playing the piano. Finally a hand tapped me on the shoulder, I gasped and woke up.
I hate dreams, I don't interpret them, I don't know what they mean, I Don't CARE. I usually don't anyways, but this was A VERY weird dream. When I woke up I was at my apartment, there was no one around me and the night was pretty quiet. I've been thinking about the dream very often. The only person I've actually shared it with was Ivan. He blinked, then said that the dream probably involved all of the stages of my life in someway or another. Although it COULD be, *I* don't think it's that. Whatever it is, I just wanted to share it, to see if someone has a different opinion about it or something.
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